My face is boiled in a frown.
Now my face is cool and free.
What is it like to be relaxed?
I'm bushwacking through life.

my crown is a circle
my gaze, full of calm feeling-but
how can I follow a plan
with this history of caution and suspicion?
a voice of bold seniority,
a mind paused in a stern stand-off
will thaw into fluid and sure action.
I am the mystery across the river from the town,
but high society will bend to kiss my hand
Looking at youth well spent
and approaching something more
a moment at the gate, under the grand feather.

reflection, boldness, the magic act.

possible new years resolutions

Always reading poetry and novels
being a home body
piano lessons
letter writing
relentless expungment of imagined judgments
remembering"who wags the dog" or Apply Your Mind
Shambala study
Build House
Plant cover crops and spread compost
go to new york more
daily plans and lists

I look out the window, enchanted by the falling snow. By enchanted, I mean-my heart is suddenly eased of its reactions to my preoccupations, it feels simplified. My present problems(meaning the things I feel defensive and uneasy about) are with people who are angry or contemptuous of people who don't believe the same things that they do. I guess that everyone must be a little guilty of that, because I am feeling angry that so many people don't value the ethic of minding their own business when it comes to matters of personal belief and inclination. I suppose the people who I am angry at have every right to believe they should come out with axes swinging, and it's my job to care for my own well being by sidestepping them and not angrily trying to convert them to the belief that they should leave me, and everyone else who thinks differently, alone.

Whenever I flood feelings in strange dark purple suspicion, I swoon to life entirely.

friend, how common it is
for us to work side by side
every day at ease with our labor
but to reveal my murky depth
alone before the world
is sad and serious
I dreamed of pretty poses representing romance
but a wall of hard sense
set its stick down.Wanderers, your drama is played out in real cold
and death is a relief
around the corner
all I do is worry,
will strength make me distant?
life is a rush
outside the eternity
of benediction.

The smiling Sun sees everyone as a child
but night time too sparkles in daydreams
the woman who looks out at the world from her home
has achieved so much,
but cranes to see distant visions, and the arrival of powerful allies.
Beauty as it is, beckoning and human
must never force itself forward
To hide somehow in all that is safe and good,
or to fret over the spindly growth she has worked so hard over?
The holy water that heals is near,
I'll just take half a cup.